december two-three

We have listened to Humpback Whales.
And other whale-ish creatures.

We've read.
And read, and read, and read.

Played with Zoobs.

And Toobers and Zots.

Made Peppermint Bark.

I can't right now, Mom... I'm in the zone."

"What zone?"
"You know how you tell me that if I really want something, it's best to imagine that it's already happened? To picture it in my mind the way I want things?"
"Aaah... playing your DS?"
"Yup."

There has been the reading of A Mathematician's Lament by Paul Lockhart. Thanks, Sarah.

"What's a worksheet?" asks Little Son.

Othello.
(The game, not the movie.)

"Does Annabelle know she's a dog?" asks Madeleine.

Button Soup.

"I wonder if we're going into outer space, soon." Madeleine.

Peep videos.

I, Carly.

Om-ing.

Finally Daddy gets home,
and we packed up the snow gear and Button Soup
(which looked remarkably similar to potato-cheese soup, by the way),
hot chocolate, and sleds
and headed to the park for a little nighttime snow play.

And it was super fun.

We topped that off with a drive down Christmas Street
- which was beautiful and fabulous
and snowy
and bright.

Life is good,

and we're so good...
and hoping the next twenty-seven hours pass very quickly. :)

Wishing You and Yours all things merry and bright tomorrow, friends.
Happy Christmas Eve.